I bet y'all thought I made good on my promise to leave Weight Watchers, didn't you?
Nope. Not yet. Maybe in February.
I didn't want to get out Thursday night, because it was all of 20 degrees outside and I would have rather just opened up a can of soup and lounged in my jammies. But I didn't - I bundled up, and weighed in.
And I did it all for you! Ok, so maybe a little for me, too.
At any rate, I lost a half pound this week, down to 147.5. I've tried to be extra special good yesterday, and will be today, because I'm going to that Crystal Ball thing again tonight like I did last year.
(And is Jason going with me? NO! Because our church is having a fast right now, and he's fasting meat, and they'll be serving prime rib and grilled shrimp, two of his most favorite foods. And he doesn't want to torture himself with all that meat! So I'm trying to convince Amanda to go with me, so that I don't have to go stag. She's eating meat right now, so she'll be fine!)
Now, if I could just wrangle a new dress out of the deal, I'd be A-OK!